maybe she's a prophet could be you're a fool
soft rain in the alley so sleepy for questions
answers are just dancers to the pulse of expectation
soft rain in the alley town's still asleep
eye contact in darkness ever so deep
she's aware of what you decided to share and what just slipped out
soft sun over wet streets as dawn drops its robe
somehow you're still shrouded she's even more aglow now
got to get together if you're going to function smoothly

hi i'm ok hi don't really want to talk about it now
bye i'm ok bye but i need a little time to get down

if you have no secrets you're blessed to be so free
but if you're like the rest of us some bits don't quite fit
umbrella held high in the hurricane keep our sanity dry
soft rain in the alley given way to sunlit streets
like an answered cry for mother in despair and defeat
you can talk around yourself until it's no longer you
while we just choose what to believe